Sunday, 29 March 2009
I slept until 12.20 today. And am not sure where the rest of the day has gone to.
I did go into Lancaster with Samantha, and visited the bookshop, hey! anyone who knows me would know a visit to Lancaster without calling at the bookshop is nigh impossible. Yes, I bought some books, my books are equal to other people's night's out. At least that is my excuse.....and I'm sticking to it.
After the visit to Lancaster I went down to the market here, bought some wool, vegetables, and other bits.
Oliver is back from uni, and he didn't bring me a huge bag of washing this time. Thanks Oliver!
The horrid chest and throat bug I have had has almost gone, plus the doc has put me back on blood pressure pills, so things are much more under control now. It was scary coughing and sending myself so dizzy I felt like I was going to keel over.
Will be back at work tomorrow, not 100% better but much better than I was this time last week.
Saturday, 28 March 2009
I have even put one on the dog part.
Anyway, yesterday I got an e-mail from site I'm a "fan/member" of, and it just made me laugh.
So, I have to share, the site is Weebl's stuff, and the particular "toon" is Cat Face 13.
Just redressing the balance. "silly cat face!"
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Monday, 23 March 2009
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Have been slightly spoilt today.
Sam gave me some Guinness and a Guinness glass, she also made me breakfast in bed..."get back in bed Mum!", dinner and tea.
Edwin gave me painting of an owl that he had done, and Oliver sent me text saying that he'd forgotten that there's no post on Sunday, and I have to look for postie tomorrow.
I feel spoilt today, for just being me, and doing "my job"
It has taken my mind off the fact that someone very close has found out their cancer has spread and they need an op. At worst...well...at best he will lose some of his voice. This has made me quite sad, I love him so much, and I know that he knows I love him, even though we never say such to each other any more, on the odd times we talk. after all, he's not supposed to talk at all.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
They are nearly all slushy and over sentimental, and I like a card to say what I feel or mean, and as much as like my Mum....we have never been as close as the slushy sentimental cards imply. And I refuse to send a card that doesn't reflect how I feel, and for some reason, there doesn't seem to be any jokey ones around, apart from one which would be sent by a teenage daughter to her Mum. It was about how proud the Mum should be that she taught her daughter to talk clearly etc, and when you opened it up, it said something along the lines "so don't blame me when the phone bill arrives".
After despairing of ever finding one, I finally did. It's not mushy or sentimental, I would prefer funny but it says simply that I hope she has a good Mother's Day.
In the past Sam and I have mulled over the possibility of producing our own "true to life cards", but that is as far as it went.
Sunday, 8 March 2009
In my last post I did say that it would get windy here. It has been today, with the highest being 40 mph winds. Unfortunately high tide is not in daylight, so I couldn't see the rough waves.
This website is great for seeing exactly what the weather is doing here.
In the past I have blogged about unanswerable questions, here's another one along the same lines. Why do some folks ask you how you are, then take absolutely no notice of your answer? What is the point of asking? If it is how they have been brought up...to ask after a person's health, they were probably also brought up to listen to the answer. Sorry for having a moan about this, but there are two people I encounter every day, who repeatedly ask me "how are you?" then act in a way it is patently obvious they haven't listened to my answer. Next time I don't think I will bother answering.
That's my gripe over.
I caught up earlier on Book Addicts Anonymous, a blog I share with Blue. I'd recently read some books and not blogged about them. So it might look like I have read four books at once, but I haven't.
It's my Dad's birthday next Saturday, and I rang up a company to arrange his present, and was asked if I was over 18, as the present is a meat cleaver. I said, yes definitely, and it was for my Dad anyway. The woman laughed and said, "well, we have to ask". I knew she had to, it just seemed funny being asked.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
I'm sorry that this post is just the normal "British" waffle about the weather, but it does interest me.